Character origins draft
01 Feb 2023V CLARA
storyApril 10, 3307
Captain’s 1st real personal log
Commander V Clara
CRS Bloodmoon
This is gonna be a long one. I have gone through all of my old logs and notes. Almost all of my logs went down with the destruction of my last ship.
I have recovered when I can.
So this log is to bring anyone listening up-to-date on who I am and what I am doing. If anything ever happens to me I want there to be some kind of record. Here goes.
My mom had told me that I was born on earth. She was an imperial citizen traveling through federal space and went into labor during a slight delay at Galileo station.
We apparently stayed for a while because I still remember waiting at Galileo for our transport back to imperial space. Think I was around five. Maybe four.
But most of my life that I remember, was living in Synteini, in a beautiful city in plain view of the Royal Palace. When I was 12, late one night, mom woke me up and threw most of our stuff in a transport and moved us to a colony world in a system called Dvorsi. near the border of Denton Pateus.
I never found out why we moved or what she was afraid of. But we stayed at this colony till I was nearly 14. Two months after I turned 14 she left me there.
I will spare you the dramatic details. But I was left on a colony world at age 14 by my mom with no real knowledge of who my father is.
It wasn’t long after she left that the person she entrusted me to sexually assaulted me. This happened twice and the last time he ended up with my knife in his chest.
My mother at this point has been gone for almost 2 years and I had fully lost contact. By this time I had acclimated to living on the streets because for several months I had been afraid to go home And endure another assault. So my transition to street life was somewhat easier.
It was during this time I met Powa.
He was fun, funny, and loyal.
We connected on a very personal level, not lovers, but more than friends. He protected me from harm and always tried to help.
And we seem to move together very well, like one knows what the other is thinking. We have been in fights together, and the way we can read each other during high stress, I don’t know, I’ve never even heard of this before.
We are like two versions of the same person.
I do not see him as another person, or a friend, or a stranger, this relationship is strange. He is a part of me and I am a part of him. Our personalities seem to blend into a single mindset. This is probably the most unique and close relationship I’ve ever had that I did not fully understand.
He was a couple of years older than me and had been on the streets longer. He had made connections and was able to work just enough to survive. He took me under his wing and the two of us began working around the space port for extra food or place to stay. The officers and the staff were used to us by then and actually got to know us.
A young Lieutenant Commander from the Empire took a particular interest in us, helped us pass a few tests and got us real jobs working for him at the spaceport.
I came to discover that we were extremely rare, street kids that were not really made to be on the streets. We were good workers and we had strong ethical ties. And strangely enough, none of our behavioral issues affected our jobs. So within two years we climbed rapidly and were able to gain rank. We would spend hours after work playing in the flight simulators and the combat simulators because we know how to access.
We literally trained each other. And got pointers from all of the combat pilots that passed through.
That’s when I met Angel.
I was absolutely smitten with him
Powa was very supportive and was standing next to me when Angel proposed. It is the only time in my life I felt love. It is the only time I can remember in my life that I was happy.
Three months later I watched him die
We were about to get off work and returning from a nearby moon with two dignitaries on board. The shuttle started shaking and I heard the familiar sound of ships coming out of hyperspace. Extremely close to us. When I looked out the shuttle window I saw an enormous Fleet, no markings of any kind but the ships looked imperial. Within seconds I saw them unloading their payload of missiles and watched the missiles rain down on my home.
The spaceport and the city that surrounded it were the first things to be covered with flames. I remember screaming at the window watching my home burn, then several fighter craft broke off from the main ship and came straight toward us.
I watch them slaughter every single transport between us and them. Security ships were the first ones taken out, then all the civilian transports were utterly destroyed. Our ship was hit and we were forced to evacuate into life pods. We thought we’d be safe. We were dead wrong.
A small scout craft was sent into the wreckage and began destroying lifepods. We were sitting ducks and we had nowhere to go and I watched these bastards murder the love of my life. His pod with him inside shredded by pulse cannons.
The only happiness and closeness I have never known in my existence abruptly taken from me by someone else. The scout ship, trying to keep his guns pointed at the group of floating life pods on my starboard side, did a drift spin maneuver and in the process the ships wing smacked into the side of my life pod.
Alarms began going off and screens started to blink and the thing filled with gas. I couldn’t breathe and I passed out. The last thing I remember seeing is the wreckage of angels life pod.
I woke up in the sick bay of a fuel transport. At least that’s what it looked like at the time. My entire body was aching and my head hurt and my ears were ringing. I couldn’t remember where I was or what it happened for a minute.
I saw powa. He was standing over me looking down at me. He looked scared. I could tell he was talking to me but I couldn’t hear him. When I open my eyes he seemed to calm down and he looked at me with the same like he used to give me to comfort me. This time it backfired.
The images and emotions of what I had just gone through suddenly hit me, my eyes filled with tears till I couldn’t see him anymore, my body went numb first then it began to burn. My fingertips, my toe tips, my eyes my ears, everything was burning from the inside. I felt my heart swell in my chest and I remember clenching my fists tipping my head back and screaming.
I curled into a fetal position with him holding me.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but when I could finally speak I told him everything, I absolutely fell apart and sobbed tirelessly in his arms.
He managed to listen to the whole thing with a straight face, but I could tell that a fire was rising inside of him. His eyes. Something about his eyes.
They were alive. Full of fire.
Something happened that night, as I freaked out and screamed on that table an energy surged through both of us. The ends of his hair started to turn blue and mine started to turn red. There was a horrible pain in my mouth like all of my teeth were being ripped out with pliers. And all I could taste was blood . The two of us had grown long canines that almost look like vampire fangs. It’s almost like our bodies went into some kind of predatory transformation In response to the way that we have been victimized our whole lives and had finally built up to a peek.
The destruction of our home. The slaughtering of the people we loved. This affected us both the same way even though I was the only one talking.
The transport was afraid of being picked off by the leftover security forces and dumped us in a shuttle and took off. When the scouts found us, they came at us with weapons firing. The ship we were on was unarmed.
They chased us back to the second moon where we were forced to crash land due to the damage they caused. But we survived.
These poor fools decided to chase us down on foot rather than shoot us down from the ship. It cost them all their lives. I never knew I could fight like that and I never knew Powa could be so violent.
Normally it would’ve scared me to see him behave like that, but for some reason, I was absolutely complicit with it, and was participating.
We killed all seven members of the crew of that combat scout. And we left their bodies where they dropped immediately moving toward the ship and taking control of it. A second combat scout landed next to us. Probably to lend support.
The last thing I remember saying is, wait here, this ship is mine.
I grabbed a handheld blaster and a long dagger and I marched to the other ship.
It’s funny
Never thought I could be so cold
As I marched towards the other ship the ramp opened, with one engineer standing on the right side of the doorway facing me with his hand on the lever.
“ did we get them?“
I started marching up the ramp, he was looking right at me but did not seem to understand I was not a member of his group.
The dagger was in my right hand as I walked up the center of the ramp, he was on my right as he glanced at me, hand still on the lever.
As I got next to him I remember saying” that remains to be seen“As in one quick motion my arm shot up to my right and the dagger penetrated his neck just under the jaw so hard that I literally pinned his head to the panel beside it. Sparks popped out and blood sprayed all over the right side of my face.
Poor bastard never saw it coming. He just choked a couple of times and stopped moving. I just yank the dagger out and let him drop.
I marched down the hallway directly towards the front of the ship. A couple of people walked by but didn’t seem to notice me oddly. Preoccupied with the tablets or something as they marched across the hallway.
When I reach the bridge the door was open and there was another engineer standing directly in front of me. A lieutenant actually. He glanced up, Eyes widened, and he reached for his belt as I grabbed his hair and unloaded the pistol into his abdomen.
The pilot, facing the windshield in his seat, immediately jumped up with his hands in the air and Eyes wide. I reloaded the pistol and pointed it right in his forehead.
“ how many?”
He just looked at me confused
“ON BOARD! HOW MANY?”
“11” he shakily answered” we just came for support, our ground troops are engaged with military forces at the base. Just command and support staff.“
“ call them to the bridge“
The man reaches around and pushes thecom button and calls I ship white emergency and for all staff to come to the bridge. While he’s doing this I can’t help but notice the stripes on his arm. Gunner. Marksman.
It hit me at this moment that these were the scouts I’d seen tearing through life pods. As he tried to repeat his message I remember I didn’t even let him finish, my nostrils flared and I just reacted by grabbing his hair yanking his head back and yanking the dagger across his throat. I did it with such force that it almost severed the head off completely. The body dropped immediately. Blood was everywhere. Then I heard the footsteps.
As the crew shuffled through the door they immediately froze staring at the carnage in front of them. Then staring at me.
Wow he was right. Nine people left.
“ Who is your senior officer?“
I couldn’t believe it
The man that stepped forward was the ships captain.
Behind the seats, this cockpit was barely 10 x 10 and it had nine people crammed into it plus me. With my back to the glass.
“ Life pods?” Though I did not intend, my tone Was dripping with rage, my eyes began to tear a little. He looked at me confidently and just nodded.
Proud
Instantly I jumped at him
Shoving my pistol into the back of his throat and pinning his head to the wall with it.
“I WILL WATCH YOU DIE!” As I jammed the dagger as deep as I could into his belly, just beneath the waistline, and yanked it upward with such force that it jammed into his breast bone.
Then I just dropped the gun and instantly grabbed his throat beneath the jaw to hold him up.
Moaning, choking, trying to breathe, he just stared at me. I leaned forward, close enough to lick his face,
“ you know, don’t you?“ I whispered” it’s coming for you. Right now. You can feel it.“ his whole body started to relax, I could tell he was slipping away.
“ if you happen to meet a guy named Angel, tell him what happened to you.” gritting my teeth and raising my voice“ My name is Clara.”
His eyes rolled back and he started to exhale. I just dropped him.
“ if any of you want to live“ I picked up my pistol” get as far from these ships as you can before I open the cannons on you. This will be your only warning.
They nearly killed each other getting out the door. within seconds they had vanished.I dragged the bodies out and used the broom to sweep everything else into the airlock.
I don’t remember all the grim details.
Just that my hands and face were covered with blood when I took control of the ships Consol. And I didn’t care.
We attempted to takeoff, but we’re nearly shot down and were forced to land. Opposing ground forces had taken control of the AA guns on the moons base. We landed as close as we could to the hot zone, and marched toward the base itself.
We just followed the sounds of gunfire.
That’s when we ran into Lopez.
A young Latina Sgt who has known powa for a long time. I was kind of a bitch to her and we got into a fight. A nasty one. Luckily, the enemy started shooting at us and we were forced to work together to retake the base. Tough little bitch.
Once the base was taken, I had to help reset the cannons whilst powa pulled air support. Once the guns were reset, I took off and left Lopez behind, which came back to bite me on the ass later. But that’s another story.
We had to fight our way out of that system, but made it our mission to destroy every scout that was still floating among the wreckage trying to murder civilians in life pods. In all, we destroyed over 20 vessels, we infiltrated the carrier they came from and hardwired it to self destruct.
As we were leaving the system, reinforcements arrived. Responding to the distress calls of the scouts they had left to mop up the resistance. This force chased us across 70 light years or so before doing so much damage to my ship that I had to leave it behind. Powa and I decided to hide out in the rings of a gas giant until we could get the systems on the first ship operational fully again.
This was when we were attacked again. Whoever was behind the attack on the colony reached out to the highest ranking law enforcement official in human space. And they contracted her to hunt us down under the premise that we were vagrants that had slaughtered a bunch of medical personnel who were responding to a natural disaster of some kind. That’s right. The story on her contract was complete and utter bullshit. But the contract was written by the Lavigny Duval family. This told us who was behind the attack but not why.
Suzy Sleuth tried to apprehend us. It turned out to be the fight of her life. The bitch is good, I’ll give her that. Tough as nails. I’ve had to kill several men over what has happened and none of them put up a fight like she did. But our fight ended in kind of a draw because she was starting to see a lot of cracks in the story she was given to arrest us. With our ship destroyed, we were forced to ride with her on hers, but not before I was sucker, punched by Lopez upon boarding the vessel. She was so pissed. And had apparently helped lead the detective write to us.
So everyone on the ship except Powa has pretty much agreed to disagree with me, and leave me alone for now. And it seems my fate is squarely in the hands of sleuth.
She is at her HQ on earth right now trying to unravel this mess. She has all of the access and all of the information she needs At the head office. Not to mention all of the encrypted logs pulled from the ships that we stole from the enemy.
Whoever was behind this is connected somehow to Lavigny Duval. And the ships that attacked our colony, were a large private fleet. So it seems that Denton Patreus Was also involved. These are two heads of state in imperial systems.
According to Suzy, me and Powa seem to have been the primary target of this slaughter.
I now understand that everyone in that colony, nearly half 1 million people, died because of me.
The emotions that come with that thought are overwhelming.
I will burn the THAT Duvall empire to its core. I will not stop until I’m dead. For what they did they should pay at my hand.
So now we are on the run or in hiding most of the time.
I spent a few months hiding among the archaeological site of the Guardian civilization. This started to become an obsession of mine and since none of these systems are in imperial territory, I am safe here. I have come across a couple of commanders and one of them has offered to take me on a mission. Head of security on a carrier. Our objective would be to find the HomeWorld or home systems of the Guardian civilization along with, hopefully, some of the major domed cities that we’ve heard about but never seen and crashed or derelict guardian vessels with guardian technology still intact. This is what I will focus on. And this is the mission I am prepping for now. I will be engineering ships for the next several months preparing for our journey. And I will be making regular logs to document my progress. When Susie contacts me with the correct information, There will be a bloodbath and retribution and the entire galaxy will know who I am. I fully intend to carve a bloody pass through imperial space, ending at the Royal Palace.
The dirty street girl that destroyed the Duvall empire.
There will be more logs later. But this will be my only personal story log. These are not emotions I wish to feel again or walk-through.
And the Duvals will pay for taking Angel from me… tenfold…
Please know that I still love you
I think about you every single day
You are the first face I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of when I go to bed.
I will search the stars for you until I die
I never wanted to live without you
I miss you so much…
This is Clara Bloodwin
Signing off
Qapla